It’s gorgeous out. I’m on the back deck, just got back from a terrific night at the theatre – a great show, fabulous audience, good feelings all around.
Sitting out here, 68 degrees, everything’s wet from the rain, the wind blowing gently, the dogs chasing the ball, and each other, playing.
I look at the newest pictures I’ve acquired on my phone, and here’s this one – taken a couple days ago by our friend Teresa.
What a picture. What a kid. I see the love of life he has in this picture, and his gentleness. And I think of how much I want to do right by him, how much I want to help him be the man he wants to be. Part of me wants to slow that down but, of course, I can’t – all I can do is try to be the best me I can be for him. Is it enough? I don’t know. Do we ever know?
And yet, as I sit here not knowing, I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet – for a lot of reasons, but mostly because he, his sister and his mom are in my life.